Birdman - The Smoke Out lyrics
What's up chop, what's happenin' wit ya baby *** how you feel comin' out that project *** To these E-States and floatin' on these million dollar yahts Smokin' these thousand dollar Marlboro's You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin' You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin' We got *** in the mornin', *** for the homies *** in the back of the Coupe I been smokin' my *** I went from G's and thieves *** We blowin' the *** my ***, f***** wit freaks *** I'm in that Bentley Coupe n**** From shine on video to six foot shorty too my n**** And yeah, we headed up town n**** Blow after pound my n*****, puttin' it down my n**** And yeah, ridin' big is my crown n**** Holdin' my rounds my n****, holdin' my town my n*** To be the boss that I be n**** And smoke *** everyday of the week n**** On Stunna Island n**** f***** with them G n***** We gettin' money everyday of the week n**** It's fast money n****, Cash Money made me We blow that purple everyday in my city streets You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin' You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin' I'm headed to Stunna Island it's lovely over there Sand in my toes, feel the breeze in my hair In the two piece Chenell, shades and the surround Chenell beach bags where I keep the *** stash And I ain't gotta tell you what the ice like Motha****** this is Cash Money you know what the life like You smoke what you can, we smoke what we want It's never back yard boogy, straight stock yard funk The higher ponic chronic, blueberry, and white Russian Get it by the block, it ain't open for discussion I ain't touchin' and puffin', nothin' give me a charge I'm float with the cloud above mingle with the stars Blow Dro with my girl Venus on the way to Mars They say you need a ship but *** get there in they cars Uh, we smoke out till we choke out I'm clearin' my throat and I'm at it again my *** no doubt You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin' You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin' I took a half a block, gettin' my ice box for freshness Got half the block complainin' how loud the stench is Pewhhe pimpin' la pew, purple or blue, white widow 'Cause after a few hits ya through Can't get no realer then 6 Shot baby Hot like a smokin' tree baby you think I'm crazy Keep the windows foggy in the black Harley Puffin' on Bob Marley the sticky ick, no seeds and sticks Gotta love it 'bout the size of ya finger Get a light *** this one's a banger *** right Got that light green, red, orange, yellow Got that strawberry, large cherry, bubble gum, vanilla wrap You ever ask a *** 'bout me But them *** know Shot blows guns 7 days a week Huh, picture I'm an O.G. From a gram, to a quarter, to a half, to a whole Ki You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin' You gotta roll that *** ***, let it burn Bust then burn ***, wait yo' turn Roll it up I'm smokin', roll it up I'm chokin' Roll it up Roll it up Roll it up ...